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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.