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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.