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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.