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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.