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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.