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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.