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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Mars,
Nico,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.