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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.