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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.