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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.