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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.