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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.