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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Can,
Skaos,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.