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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.