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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.