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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Remains to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.