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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.