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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.