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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.