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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.