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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.