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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.