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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.