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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.