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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.