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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.