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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.