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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.