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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.