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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.