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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
JFA,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.