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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.