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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.