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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.