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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gories,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.