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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.