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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.