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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.