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 China and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.