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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.