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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.