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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.