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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Monks,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.