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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.