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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.