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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.