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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.