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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.