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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Lyres,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.