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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.