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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
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.