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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.