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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.