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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.