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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.