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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.