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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.