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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
10cc,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.