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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.