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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
June Days,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.