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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.