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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Franke,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.