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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.