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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.