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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.