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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.