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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.