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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.