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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.