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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.