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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
10cc,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.