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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.