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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Technova,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.