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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Move,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.