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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.