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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.