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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.