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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.