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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Visage,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.