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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.