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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.