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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Television,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.