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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Unwound,
Index,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.