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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.