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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.