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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.