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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Vogues to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.