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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.