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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.