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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.