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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.