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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.