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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.