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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.