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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.