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 Palau 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.