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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.