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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Technova,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.