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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.