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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.