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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.