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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.