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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.