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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.