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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.