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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.