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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.