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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.