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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.