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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.