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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.