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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.