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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.