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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.