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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.