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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.