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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.