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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Index to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.