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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.