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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.