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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.