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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.