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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.