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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.