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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.