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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.