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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.