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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.