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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
10cc,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.