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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.