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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.