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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.