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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.