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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.