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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
X-101,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.