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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
DNA,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.