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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.