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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.