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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.