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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.