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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.