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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.