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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.