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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.