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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.