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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.