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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.