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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
10cc,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.