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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
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.