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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.