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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.