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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.