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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
JFA,
a-ha,
Urselle,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.