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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.