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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Swans,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.