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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.