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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.