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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.