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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.