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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.