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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Cameo,
UT,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.