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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.