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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.