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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.