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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.