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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.