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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.