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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.