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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.