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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
DNA,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.