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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Alton Ellis 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Nas,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.