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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
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.