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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.