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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.