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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.