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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.