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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Standells,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.