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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.