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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.