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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.