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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.