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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Symarip,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.