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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.