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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Move,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.