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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Gap Band,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.