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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.