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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.