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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.