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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Interpol,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.