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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.