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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.