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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Fear,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.