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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
June Days,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.