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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.