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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.