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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.