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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.