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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Names,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.