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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.