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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.