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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.