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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.