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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.