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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.