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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.