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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.