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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.