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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.