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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.