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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.