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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.