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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.