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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.