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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.