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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.