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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.