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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.