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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.