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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.