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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.