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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.