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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.