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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.