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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.