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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
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.