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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.