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 Burkina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.