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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.