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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Japan to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.