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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.