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 Palau 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.