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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.