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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.