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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.