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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Swans,
The Names,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.