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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.