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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Motions,
PIL,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.