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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.