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 Denmark and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.