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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.