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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.