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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.