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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.