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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.