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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.