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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
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.