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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.