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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.