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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.