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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.