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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.