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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.