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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.