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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.