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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.