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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.