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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.