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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.