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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Wings,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.