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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.