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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.