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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.