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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Lyres,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.