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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.