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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.