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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Move,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.