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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Inner City,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.