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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.