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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.