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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.