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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.