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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Can,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.