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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.