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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.