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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.