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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.