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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Organ,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.