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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Cameo,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.