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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.