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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.