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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.