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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.