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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.