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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.