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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.