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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
MDC,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.