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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.