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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Roxette,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.