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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
CMW,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.