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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.