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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.