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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.