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 Egypt 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.