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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Cluster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.