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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Q65,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.