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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.