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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.