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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.