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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.