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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
X-101,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.