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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Pylon,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.