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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.