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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.