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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.