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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.