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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.