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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.