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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.