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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Move,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.