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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.