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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.