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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.