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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.