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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
JFA,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.