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 Angola and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.