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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.