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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.