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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Pole,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.