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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.