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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.