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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.