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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.