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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.