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 France and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.