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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.