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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.