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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.