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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.