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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.