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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.