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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
UT,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.