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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.