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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Wings,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.