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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Franke,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Television,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.