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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.