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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.