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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.