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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Technova,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.