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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.