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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.