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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.