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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.