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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.