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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.