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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.