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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.