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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Brick,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.