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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.