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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.