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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.