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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.