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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Slave,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.