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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.