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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.