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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.