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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.