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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.