Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.