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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.