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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.