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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.