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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.