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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.