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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.