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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Q65,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.