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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Television,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.