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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.