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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Scion,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.