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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.