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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.