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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.