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 Mumbai.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.