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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Liliput,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.