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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.