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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.