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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Nico,
Jandek,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.