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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 The Names to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.