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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.