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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.