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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.