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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.