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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Fear,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.