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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.