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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.