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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Pretty Things,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.