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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.