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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.