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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.