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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.