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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.