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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.