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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.