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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.