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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.