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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.