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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.