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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Japan,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
MC5,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.