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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.