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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.