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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.