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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.