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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.