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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Skaos,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.