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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Franke,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.