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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.