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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.