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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.