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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s 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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
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.