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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.