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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
New Order,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.