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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.