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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.