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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Urselle,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.