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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.