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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.