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 Angola and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.