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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.