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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.