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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.