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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.