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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter 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?
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.