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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.