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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.