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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.