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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.