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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.