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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.