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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.