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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.