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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.