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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.