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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.