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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.