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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Names,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.