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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.