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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
cv313,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.