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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.