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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.