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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.