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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.