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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Faust,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.