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 Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.