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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.