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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.