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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.