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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.