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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.