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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.