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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.