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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 guitar 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 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.