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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.