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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
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.