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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.