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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.