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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.