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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Silicon Teens 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.