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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.