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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.