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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Faust,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.