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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.