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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.