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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.