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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.