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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.