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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.