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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Swans,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.