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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.