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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.