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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.