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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Kayak,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
cv313,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.