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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.