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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.