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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.