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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.