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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.