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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.