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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Move,
Crime,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.