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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.