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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.