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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.