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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Wire,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.