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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.