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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.