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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.