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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.