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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.