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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.