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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.