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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.