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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.