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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.