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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Brick,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.