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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.