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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.