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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.