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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.