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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Move,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.