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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.