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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.