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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.