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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.