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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.