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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.