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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
DNA,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.