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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.