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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 X-102 to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.