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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.