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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.