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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.