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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.