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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.