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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.